Before breakfast, I had already bred about twenty-eight elven women and downed ten bottles of Cougar's Heat.
Cougar's Heat didn't just keep my dick hard and ready—it supercharged my sperm count, flooding my testicles with fresh loads in record time. I had more cum than I knew what to do with.
After giving the elves the good fuck they deserved, I was called up for breakfast. During my stay here, I'd learned that elves were wild hunters, their meals built from nature's bounty—birds, bears, fish, whatever they could bring down.
And surprisingly, they could cook. Really well.
Today's dish was a perfectly stewed deer, tender and juicy, simmered with mushrooms, tomatoes, and just the right amount of salt to pull out that deep, savory umami flavor.
The moment it touched my tongue, I knew—this was leagues better than the tasteless gruel Rose and Evelyn served in the demon realm. Especially the rabbit eyes. That stuff was barely edible… borderline poison.
